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Calder stopped, but only managed to trot in place, uncertain. Her hoof stabbed the ground over and over, ears back as she kept her wide eyes on the wolf that was running around. ".......but....but....." Calder wanted to stomp on it, but instead stepped back, not liking that there were wolves about. She snorted, upset, and then moved over, nudging Barth's arm with her muzzled. Mmm. He smelled like cookies.

"SPOOOOOOOKIIIIESSSSS"


BOSS HP: DEAD

The creature's cries faded as it's body dissipated and once again, a beam of FEAR shot straight into the house. Was it all over? From the sound of millions of pieces of glass shattering inside the house...probably not.

Christof sighed, stuffing the spare garments away in disappointment. Hopefully, for the sake of all modesty and decency and flashing his hunch all over the place, their clothes would return soon. Instead, he tried to make a soothing noise in his throat as he reached for Calder, seeing if rubbing his nose would calm him down. It was a lot easier to deal with affection when the Kelpie was in this form, at least.

There was plenty to be terrified of here, but wolves were the least of their troubles right now.

At some point after removing the whole of the top of his dress, and the colored bits of the bottom half so only the white under skirt remained, poor Seiji had blacked out. He stayed as such through the entirety of the the next boss battle, but the lingering scent of spookies met him when he roused again.

Blinking, he rubbed the palm of his hand along her forehead to smooth mussed bangs out of his eyes, likely leaving a smear of tacky black blood on his face, then sat up with a groan. Everything hurt, still, and his wounds still appeared to be oozing ever so slightly, though thanks to his lack of pulse they had never really gushed. Using the remains of his dress he bandaged himself up best he could, though considering he was too weak to recall the claws on his left hand at the moment, it was sloppily done.

He stood, swaying slightly on his feet, and tore more of the silky skirt until he could tie it more like a pair of billow shorts then a skirt, and figured that had to be damn good enough cause he didn't ******** feel like messing with it anymore.

It was about then he noticed the streak of fluffy blue racing across the battlefield. "Jove!






HP: 6/40
Battle Status: Attacking
BOSS HP: --

Mitsu had been about to attack again but the it seemed it was unnecessary. The cookie monster dissipated back into fear and was absorbed back into the house. Was it over? Was it finally over? Were there more costume changes ahead?

8|

It was rather frustrating as Mitsu stood there, the last of her cookie attire crumbling away to leave her in nothing but her under things. She had no more clothes to change into and this....this was much more exposure than she ever wanted to have on this trip. Going without her mask? Sure...she had gotten over it. Going without her clothes? Well, let's just say there were weeks of therapy ahead.

Turning back to Shun as she tried to cover herself with her arms she couldn't help but notice he was staring. He...was staring at her. 8| Turn about was fair play she supposed.

Her ears perked up at the noises, attention caught and lifting her heard from nudging Barth, she trotted the few steps over to Christof, sniffing the air before she was given a few soft strokes to her nose. It was just what was in order, and her ears went back up, agitation fading as the Igor nicely patted her nose and cheeks. For a big lug, he was very gentle. Her tail flicked as she was consoled.

Suddenly, Herryk had an idea... maybe if he arranged them just so, Freya might...